martes, 20 de enero de 2009

Defensas


Quizá no he levantado las defensas adecuadas, pero las mías me protegen.


Si no sentir,o como me han hecho ver, sentir menos, es una solución a no sentir tanto el dolor, la decepción o la duda, en pos de perder felicidad, alegría y ganas de vivir, entonces he decidido tomarla.


La verdad es que tampoco vivo mal.



Pero es más divertido ser simple.


La he cagado abriéndome, ahora me siento más vunerable... aunque no la veo traicionándome.


Me sigue resultando difícil confiar en las personas: las personas te fallan, escribir las cosas en un blog, no.

1 comentario:

  1. When I was a young boy,
    My father took me into the city
    To see a marching band.
    He said,
    "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
    The beaten and the damned?"
    He said
    "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers,
    the plans that they have made?"
    Because one day I leave you,
    A phantom to lead you in the summer,
    To join the black parade.

    Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
    And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all,
    the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
    When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on,
    We'll Carry on
    Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
    Carry on
    We'll carry on
    And in my heart I cant contain it
    The anthem wont explain it.

    And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
    Your misery and hate will kill us all
    So paint it black and take it back
    Lets shout it loud and clear
    Do you fight it to the end
    We hear the call to

    To carry on
    We'll carry on
    Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
    We'll carry on
    And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on

    And on we carry through the fears
    Ooh oh ohhhh
    Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
    Take a look at me cause
    I could not care at all Do or die
    You'll never make me
    Cause the world, will never take my heart
    You can try, you'll never break me
    Want it all,
    I'm gonna play this part
    Wont explain or say i'm sorry
    I'm not ashamed,
    I'm gonna show my scar
    You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..
    I'm just a man,
    I'm not a hero
    Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
    Just a man,
    I'm not a hero
    I -- don't -- care
    Carry on
    We'll carry on
    Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
    We'll carry on
    And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
    We'll carry on








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